Sheets || Bungou Stray Dogs × Fem!Reader || Academy AU

i. || audacity.

"Have you seen the new girl?"

Gossip girls in tight school blazers and heightened-to-waist skirts muttered among themselves garrulously; the addiction to prim and pink accessories were strikingly prominent they almost appeared to be a flock of flamingos.

"Oh~, the new third-year? I saw her going out of the principal's office last Friday! She's so pretty!"

"That so?" A girl proceeded to apply glossy lip tint on her already applied luscious lips. "She definitely must have had makeup on."

Word spread like wildfire. The news of a third-year student with the loveliest, oddly most exceptional locks of (h/c) and eyes that gather countless constellations of a deep, amorous galaxy akin to (e/c)-colored lakes.

"Hm, perhaps." The other shrugged. "Either way, I wish her luck."

"Yeah," Another giggled, "no one's ever survived a year in this school unless they've been here ever since junior high."

Bungou Private Academy was a food chain and a place of brutal territory, consisting of the hungry preys and even hungrier predators - only those who had saved a spot ever since their junior years were the striving creatures to attain longevity in the hardship of a school as such. There always seemed to be a famine for power in the estate.

And a new student was enough to satiate their meager appetite.

"Let's treat her well!"

"Of course."

Saccharine lies. The school was a palace welcomed for people of power, wealth, and reputation; students were most likely children of government officials, successful businessmen, questionable philanthropists and known socialites. No place in it was for the meek and humble.

"New girl?" The sudden voice was a brush of feather against the girls’ spines. "Interesting. Do you know which class she's at?"

Dazai Osamu. Third-year ace student and protégé of school director Mori Ougai. In spite of undisclosed information regarding his parents' status, he developed quite the fancy reputation as a part of the Student Body Council and as the school's resident heartbreaker and girl-magnet.

"D-Dazai-senpai!" The girl's cheeks flushed profoundly. "I'm not sure, but I heard from my friends," her gaze shifted to her girl friends as did her speech, "she might be the same class as yours!"

"I see." He mused. Another girl to date, another heart to break, and most importantly: a new opportunity to get laid. "I thank you for this information nevertheless," he closed in on her and held her chin with two of his fingers, blatantly and outright disgracing her personal space. He knew she didn't mind. Licking his lips for ardent appeal, he whispered,

"Lovely lady."

"Shitty Dazai!"

He pulled away just in time for his best friend (in no universe would he admit that; he supposed that was the only appropriate noun to use as they had known each other since childhood) to hit him with his expensive leather bag.

"Idiot slug," Dazai groaned in pain, "don't you see how much distress you're causing this maiden!?"

"Like you care how much distress you're causing after a breakup!"

Nakahara Chūya. Although also under academic care of Mori Ougai, he was better known for being captain of their school's varsity soccer team, and best known for initiating safe private parties with actual alcohol that students could get drunk in. Illegal, indeed, but where was the fun without it?

As they proceeded their quotidian arguments, they walked to the room of class 3-Rose. Each year comprised four divisions dependent on status, reputation, and academic performance of the students - section Rose as the highest, Lily, then Dahlia, and finally Aster's ranking on fourth. Chūya sat on his respective seat and Dazai, on Chūya's desk.

"At least you didn't come to class with lipstick-stained neck and loose pants."

"It's only the second week, Chūya. Why on Earth would I do that?"

"That's literally what you've done on the first day!"

The class, at length, eased and silenced upon the entrance of its homeroom teacher, Hirotsu Ryūrou. Settling his notebook on the teacher's podium, he announced,

"As most of you may already know, we have a new student in our class' care." His eyes scanned the class, before resuming. "Oh, and Dazai, do return to your seat now."

Called male did so without deviance.

At the moment new school shoes set foot on foreign territory, tension was rivaling the atmosphere of Alaska. All pairs of eyes were demonic carmine gemstones on the only individual who had quite the impudence to stand unwavering on the teacher's podium. She picked a chalk up and began writing her name characters on the board.

Upon dropping the chalk, she turned and greeted with a smile that reached up to her closed eyes. "Nice to meet you, I'm (l/n) (y/n). Take great care of me." She bowed.

It wasn't a request. Students of the academy and particularly the first class were sensitive with language, be it in body or vocabulary. They demanded her submission and received it as if it were her means of respect.

She's beautiful, Dazai thought. She certainly was, and so was she modest, prim, and proper with her looks, which separates her away from the girls in school who prefer extravagance. Good girls like her deserve the finest treatment from none other than a man like him, and men like him are worthy of tainting innocence as so.

When she sat on her seat right in front of him, he could discern the eyes of other males situated solely on her; Chūya's were among them. Of course, only a lady could gain such significant attention when she had prominent telltales of a virgin - when, clearly, she was not very knowledgeable of what the school had been accustomed to; of which those children of people from the politics and finance world know very well.

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Two subjects had gone by faster than Dazai had assumed, and, as he planned to approach the new student the moment the bell indication of break time rang, other students came surrounding her desk as relatives would do with a newborn child - or as a murder would in the presence of a corpse. And then proceeded the statements:

"Hey, (y/n)! A pleasure meeting you."

"What school were you previously from?"

"Occupation of your parents?"

"Love the texture of your bag; what's the brand?"

Friendly greetings with the subliminal intent to decide how they would treat her soon. It mattered not if she were the prettiest of them all, if she had a venerable brain, or if she excelled in personality. The social system of the academy was simply not a structure to ignore.

Nevertheless, all those she countered with a smile which didn't crease her eyes.

"It makes it difficult for me to answer all those queries with such compact disposition." Contradicting her speech, she didn't appear even the least befuddled. The smile in combination with her words resulted the rest to give her space, and upon realization of that subtle manipulation, she gained displeased leers.

She went out of the classroom thereafter, sauntering towards the restroom with elegant nonchalance, completely unbothered by bothered gazes of students who audaciously took opportunity to look at her unfamiliar face; and while others adored the distsinguishly exceptional beauty, and a few thought wild guesses of her to-be status in the school's systemic hierarchy, one query was all too present in the back of their minds: what was another girl to Dazai's heartbreak list?